Friend or Foe - Who Be Ye? ( Poison <3) Open

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Winter..Some would call it the season of Cold Death due to the fact of all the miserable pain, suffering, and death it has caused through the lands year after year. What did you expect? That life was to be full of pretty flowers and wide open pastures to run free? Hell no. Life was never meant to be anywhere near perfect. Life meant that either you fought to survive, or Death will be in your face in no time. Though to some, Death always seemed like a welcoming sensation. Especially to one particular Pit Bull. To him, Death was home.

Thin pelt of ash Grey color quavered to remove a pesky mosquito wishing to suck the crimson wine from his body. Today he was in no mood for a nuisance, or any day for that matter. His mind was only set on relaxing for the day to keep himself warm. This old, rustic chevy scotsdale always seemed to provided some type of heat, just enough to keep him satisfied. Of course, this damned mosquito was bugging him too much that he decided to go ahead and see if he could snap his jaws down on the blasted thing just to rid of it. Powerful jaws open slightly to be prepared to snap in a swift motion. Only one problem. His eyesight was not at all clear to see a little bug. Thus, he relied on his hearing. The mosquito flew around rather close. Who knew a little pest could have done such a bravado move. Of course, once more did it do the same before just barely brushing a sensing whisker before -SNAP- it was gone for good.

Glad that this little bug was now gone, Lakota went back to relaxing. He stretched his masculine form before laying himself down upon the torn seat once again. A bone rested to the left of him. What animal it came from was unsure, but whatever it had come from, it was a rather large beast. A high probablility of a cow perhaps, the leg bone. It did not have any meat at all, but the juicy marrow that rested within the center of this fine dine was something to at least try and get to.

Ivories took hold of the bone and begin to bite down in a rather horrid manner. Just in two powerful chomps, the bone had been broken to reveal even more of a wondrous treat. Lakota licked his chops, wondering if the smell of the bone would attract any other dog. The fur on his scruff, or whatever thin line was there, stood on end. He rightly didn't have to do much to make himself look anymore intimidating than need be. For his breed, he was already sought after as a vicious killer. Not all Pit Bulls were like this. Only those where were raised or abused had the heart to kill any that lingered in their path.

Lakota scoffed as he waited, cropped ears going back as much as possible. Due to his lack of sight, he had to strain moreso than any other time just to see if there were any other canines in the area. Dare they try to take his bone, he would defend it to the death. Of course, he might arrange a trade of some sort. What that trade would be would depend on who it was that dared to make themselves known.

For now, all he was to do is wait. Wait patiently and see if any wished to converse with him..

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A mottled red and white feminine figure lay ontop of a huge pile of old scrap metal, her pelt gleaming, though her spine and ribs could been seen easily beneath her skin.
It was a cold day, but at least the sun was shining, it wasnt often for one to see Syanide out in the open like this, but today seemed quite safe, she hadnt caught the scent of another canine that had recently been here so she decided that today she would relax, take her mind off hiding for once.
Sya stiffled a yawn and placed her head on her paws, her lids shut over her icy blue orbs, but her large pointed ears remained upright and alert. As she rolled onto her side, a small metal tube rolled down the pile and hit something large and metalic at the bottom with a loud clank.
Syanide jumped up at the noise, her tail instinctively tucked under, she let her eyes trace the path of the tube, it had hit a large old chevy, she froze and her breathing picked up, not because of the tube, but because as she looked through the trucks window, she could see a large pitbull chewing his way through a bone as if it were paper.
The moment she found her paws again she was off, she slid down the back of the pile and keeping to the shadows, headed for the gates. She paused in the last shadow before the gate, it was only a few feet from her, but no shadow was covering it and the gates were in the sight of the chevy... and the pitbull.
She dropped to her belly, laying still, that pitbull would have heard the tube against the side of the truck, unless he was deaf, which Sya doubted, it wouldnt be long before he was out looking for her, so she did what she always did in any situation where another canine is involved, she hid, tucking herself into a small gap between piles of metal, all she could do now was wait and hope he wouldnt come looking for her.

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The bone was down to it's last bit. The smell of the marrow was intoxicating to where Lakota could not wait at all to sink his teeth in and releave the marrow from the center of the bone. In the middle of chomping down upon the bone, Lakota's jaw paused. The sound of metal upon metal caught his attetion. It was just right above his head. He growled softly before standing with ease. He nosed the bone down to the floorboard of the rustic truck, making sure his pirzed possesion was hidden. Of course, the nose of any dog could have smelled it from miles away.

The Pit watched as a blurry shape made it's way through the shadows. Why run? They had already made themselves known. Lakota chuckled darkly for a moment, but then he immediatly stopped. His nose twitched this way and that as he breath in this wondrous scent. Ah, so it was a femmie eh? At that moment, his muscles relaxed quite a bit. He couldn't see this other so well due to his lack of sight, but he tried hard to see where exactly she had gone off to. His nose, though, knew the way too well.

He leaped from the door of the truck, paws kicking up a bit of snow as he landed. He stood there, not wanting to scare away the femmora who held this luxurious, sweet scent. Thus, he took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then he sat, not caring for the chill of the snow. He was moreso intent on meeting this fae. The air held fear upon its boundaries. Why was she scared? Nothing to rightly be affraid of for now. Unless she wished to harm him, then she might have something to worry about.

"No need to run..I am not going to hurt you." His voice was deep, mesmerizing. Though it held the softness, all brute usually wielded just a hint of lust.

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She tried pushing herself further between the two piles, her slim body only just fitting, which made her slightly happier to know that this male wasnt going to get his wide, muscley body through the small gap.
She watched as he approached, her ice blue orbs wide with fear, but never leaving his form, her normally pointed ears were dropped and her tail was tucked under. She froze, all her muscles tensing as his soft, deep voice touched her ears, his words made her whole body start to tremor violently, his words took her back to that evil day... the day she lost her sister... the day she almost died... the words he spoke were exactly the same as those the brute had used 2 years ago.
"H..how can i b..be sure that its n..not a t..trick?" her voice was as soft as silk, but very quiet and shaky.
Syanide hated being around other canines, it frightened her, especially males, being near a male brought back the memories she tried to keep locked up, she couldnt trust anyone, not any more, even though she knew everyone is different, it still didnt make any difference, everyone was capable of hurting her.
Syanide pushed herself as far back as she possibly could, her eyes never leaving him, she felt pretty safe wedged between two piles of old scrap metal, she began to relax a little, her body going from violent tremors to just quivvering every other second or so.